RACHMANINOFF

On top of fluted spines

Between the massing pools

Of dark chromatic lines

 

And using blood for fuel

Follow all the signs

And signatures

 

Read the fine print

On the flapping label

In the search for love

 

So the incidentals

Of the dim rule

On the page above

 

Take the clouded hint

Or later on you’ll 

Tend to bluff  

 

In the no man’s land

Of the intellectual

Handcuffed to chance

 

And lost in jewels:

A dream of hell

With inhuman hands.